William rested both his rear and his hands on the counter behind him, flexing his pectorals invitingly. “Now what, my mate?”
He mentally winced at the slip. He knew it wasn’t the first time he’d used it. Fortunately, John seemed too interested in admiring him to notice.
“Now—” John’s stomach grumbled.
Fighting back a wince, William crooked his lips into a half-smile. “How about you ditch your shirt and jeans so I can admire the view while I feed you?” William spotted the disappointment in John’s eyes. Lifting his left hand, he cradled his mate’s jaw in his palm as he assured, “We’re not stopping, John. Not by a long shot. However”—sliding his second hand to his human’s waist, feeling the hint of softness there—”what I want us to share requires plenty of energy, and I don’t want to rush because of hunger.”
William saw the acceptance in John’s eyes as well as the flair of renewed desire. “Then you better get cooking.” Stepping backward, he grabbed the hem of his shirt, then hesitated. John tipped his chin toward William’s body. “I’m older than you William, and I don’t look like that anymore.”
Even as William understood the warning—and mentally laughed at his older than you comment—he kept his facial features in a reassuring smile. “Oh, handsome. You don’t need to worry about that.” William rested his hand on John’s shoulder, then slid his palm down his chest to his mate’s belly. “I know I’m going to love your body just as it is. Please don’t be concerned about that.”
John shivered under William’s touch, his stomach muscles fluttering. After clearing his throat, he nodded. When John began lifting his shirt, William pulled his hands away to give him room.
A growl of appreciation and approval rumbled from William’s throat. His gaze gobbled up all the smooth, pale lines of John’s torso. He wanted to tweak John’s pale nipples and lick and nip every inch of his lightly haired flesh between them. William would map his mate’s smooth, flat belly so John would never fear his attraction to his man.
After John had dropped the shirt to the floor, he reached for the fly of his jeans. Pausing, he met William’s gaze. “What about you?” John flicked his gaze toward William’s groin before focusing back on his face. “You gonna ditch the shorts, too?”
William couldn’t help the feral quality he knew filled his grin. “Oh, handsome.” Stepping forward, he rested his hands on John’s upper arms and nuzzled his nose against the crook of the man’s neck. When his mate tipped his head, William’s mouth filled with water as his body flooded with the urge to bite him. “I go commando, John. Is that okay with you?”
John’s breathing hitched. He shivered within William’s grip. “C-Commando.”
Oh, that breathy moan filling his words is a thing of beauty. Want to hear that sound again and again... forever.
“Yep.” William nipped at the flesh he longed to mark. “I’m a free-baller.” Realizing there were occasional exceptions to that, he added, “Unless I’m going to one of those damn charity auctions and have to wear a tux.” William lifted his head and met John’s gaze, pleased to see the arousal flushing his features. “Then I wear briefs.”
Surprisingly, John smirked. “You gonna brave the stove without any clothes on?”
“I told you. For you”—William winked—”anything.”
John laughed, his hazel eyes twinkling. “Maybe you should put an apron on. Is there one around here?” He pulled away and began looking around the galley with interest, a grin still lighting his features. “Then I could still sit around admiring your ass.”
William barked a laugh and nodded. “I think that’s a fair compromise.” Without waiting a second longer, he gripped the elastic waist of his board shorts and pulled it forward, then down, revealing his thick erection. As he pushed the shorts down his legs and pulled them off, lifting each foot in turn, William leered at his mate. “Better hurry up, John. There’s a lot I want to do to you.”
John whimpered—the sound causing William’s dick to twitch—but he got moving.
By the time William straightened and set his shorts on a nearby chair, John had unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. William watched with anticipation as his mate’s green boxer-briefs were revealed, but he didn’t get a chance to look for long since John immediately bent, pushing down the material. He enjoyed the view of John’s nicely muscled legs, then when his mate straightened, William practically swallowed his tongue.
All thought of waiting flew from his mind as he took in the view of John’s erection tenting his underwear. There was already a small damp spot on the fabric. The need to taste overruled every good intention or patient brain cell that he had left.
Dropping to his knees, William rested his hands on John’s hips. He teased his fingertips into the fabric of his mate’s briefs even as he nuzzled his cheek along John’s covered erection. Inhaling deeply, William relished the deep masculine aromas wafting from his soon-to-be lover.
“Can I suck you, John?” William figured he should at least ask.
John groaned. His fingers threaded into William’s hair. His hips popped forward spastically as if he were fighting his urges.
“D-Don’t think it’s gonna matter if you suck me or not,” John rasped. “I-I’m gonna—” He broke off on another moan.
Unwilling to resist the chance to taste John’s seed, William swiftly eased the fabric down. He let out a moan of his own upon the view revealed to him. John’s cock was maybe seven inches and thick—a perfect mouthful. Pre-cum gleamed at the tip, and his crown was already damp.
“W-William!”
Loving the needy way John called his name, William gave him what he wanted. He opened his mouth and swallowed his mate’s dick to the root. His human’s slightly salty, masculine flavor burst across his tongue, making his taste buds sing and flooding his senses.
William’s cock throbbed as he enjoyed the tang of John’s pre-cum on his tongue. He sucked strongly, pulling partway off. Hearing John’s cry, feeling his dick twitch in his mouth as more pre-cum dripped onto his tongue, William knew his mate hadn’t been lying.
My gorgeous needy mate.
Sucking strongly, William rubbed his tongue along John’s length, massaging it. At the same time, he cupped his balls, rolling them ever-so-gently.
John roared and bucked. His hold tugged at William’s hair, making his scalp tingle. The sensation transferred straight to his own cock, and his length twitched and jerked where it jutted heavily from his groin.
When John’s seed burst from his human, coating William’s tongue, he let out a moan of his own. His lover’s flavor—lightly salted and rich—reminding William of his favorite sardines—sent a fiery blast to go hurtling through his veins. It settled in his groin.
As William drank down his mate’s heady fluids, his own orgasm swamped his senses. Groaning in bliss around his mouthful, he shuddered with his pleasure. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d come untouched and was loving every second of it.
So fucking perfect.
Chapter Six
John sat on the booth seat in his underwear, watching William sauté the tuna fillets. He rested his forearms on the table before him and tried to swallow down his embarrassment. After all, William wore nothing at all.
He hadn’t found an apron, although John suspected the man hadn’t looked very hard.
Even after coming twenty minutes before—they’d spent that time putting away the rest of the tuna and seabass meat from their recent catches—John still sported a half-hard prick. He also had to keep his focus on William’s movements. If his gaze fell to William’s naked ass or hard dick, which he seemed completely comfortable showing off, John knew that he, too, would end up with another boner. John couldn’t remember the last time he’d recovered so fast.
“Something on your mind, John?” William asked, glancing his way.
John realized he must have done something to give away his discomfort. Sighing, he gave in to temptat
ion and openly ogled William’s naked form. His lips curved into a wry smile as his own body responded to the amazing view.
With a deep sigh, John leaned back on the bench seat. He even spread his legs a little so he could adjust his erection into a more comfortable position. Waving at his groin, John shrugged.
“I can’t remember the last time I’ve gotten a boner twice in one evening let alone within thirty minutes of each other,” John stated, shifting his weight a little so his balls didn’t ache. “I’m fifty-one years old, William. This shouldn’t be possible.”
William swept his gaze over John, his grin turning lecherous. “You complaining? I sure as hell ain’t.” He pointed his spatula at John. “You’d probably be more comfortable without those on.”
“No way was I gonna use a fillet knife while my bits were swinging in the wind,” John grumbled.
“And now?” William pressed, glancing meaningfully at his own groin. “I’d really like you to be as comfortable as I am.”
John rubbed the back of his neck, then heaved a sigh. “When in Rome,” he muttered before lifting his hips and using both hands to shove his underwear under his butt. As John shimmied them off his legs and carelessly kicked them away, he grumbled, “What the fuck is it with you that I can’t get sex off the brain?” Taking a chance, John admitted, “Ever since I met you I’ve wanted to fuck your ass, William.”
William’s nostrils flared, and he pinned a heated gaze on John. “I will welcome that, John.” Then his eyes narrowed. “Just as I’ll make you cry out with ecstasy when I fuck your ass, my handsome mate.”
John cocked his head, realizing William had used that word a few times. When his new lover cleared his throat and went back to fixing up the food, he realized it might have been a slip of the tongue. He wondered if it had some kind of meaning.
“These are done. As are the vegetables,” William stated, pulling two plates from a cupboard over his head. After placing them on the counter, he checked the rice. “Ah, perfect. So’s the rice.”
William prepared the plates—fresh, lemon and herbed tuna on a bed of wild rice, along with a large portion of yellow squash and zucchini chunks. On top of all of it, William drizzled a healthy dollop of lobster gravy. When the big man placed the plates on the table, John noticed that—as William had claimed—he had made his own plate twice the size of John’s.
“There’s plenty more in the pans, John,” William told him, obviously noticing that John had noticed the discrepancy. He grinned as he waggled his brows. “I told you I have a big appetite.”
“This is plenty for me, I’m sure,” John replied, shaking his head. “And I have no idea how you can eat all that and stay in such amazing shape.”
William beamed at him as he stabbed his fork into his food.
John followed suit. He found the tuna flaked perfectly around his fork. The dressing was rich and flavorful. The flavors mixed wonderfully with the fish and rice. Even the vegetables were perfectly cooked.
“Oh, wow,” John mumbled. He had to remind himself to chew thoroughly, or he would have shoveled the food into his mouth like a heathen. “So damn good.”
Outside of a restaurant, John couldn’t remember the last time he’d tasted a fish meal so amazing. Had a restaurant tasted this wonderful? John wasn’t certain.
William obviously appreciated his enthusiasm, for his smile was filled with smug satisfaction. He didn’t comment, however. Instead, he focused on gobbling up his own meal.
“We should be slowing down and savoring this exquisite food you prepared,” John lamented even as he stabbed his fork into a couple of pieces of zucchini and swirled it through the lobster sauce. “But I can’t help it. It’s too good.”
“I don’t mind at all, John. And I’ll make it for you again, so you can savor it later.” William leaned forward, staring at him with desire darkening his deep green eyes. “Just think, the faster we eat, the sooner we get to round two.”
John needed no further prodding. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d thought with his dick, but he sure was right then. As much as the food tasted beyond wonderful, John wanted sex even more.
Just as William claimed, he managed to eat all his food. In fact, he was even done at the same time as John. William pushed his plate away, then he stood and held out his hand.
“Let’s retreat to the cabin, John. The dishes will wait.”
Anticipation thrumming through John, causing his hard dick to leak a bead of pre-cum, he took William’s hand. His lover drew him up and, with a sharp tug, pulled him flush against him. The heat of William’s body coupled with the feel of hard flesh against his own, drew a moan from his throat.
“I fucking love the noises you make,” William stated on a growl before he dipped his head and captured John’s lips.
William nipped John’s bottom lip, then thrust his tongue in deep. He tangled their appendages together, teasing and stimulating him. His hand gripped John’s hip, encouraging him to rock his hips and rub against him.
John groaned into William’s mouth. Clutching at the bigger man’s shoulders, he rutted unashamedly. Everything about William caused his blood to boil in a way he’d never before experienced. With the way William not only openly accepted but encouraged his responses, John found his normal self-control shot to hell.
Feeling his balls begin to churn and more pre-cum ooze from his erection, John jerked backward.
William immediately released him, his expression questioning.
“Bedroom,” John gasped out. “N-Now.”
Growling, William jerked a nod. “Hell yeah.”
After pivoting, William stalked around the dining booth and through a back door.
John followed, his gaze riveting to the exquisite flexing globes of William’s ass. He watched as his lover pulled open a nightstand, drawing out a tube of lubricant. When William crawled onto the bed on his hands and knees, putting his ass on display, John sucked in a harsh breath and finally met the other man’s face.
Seeing the feral desire filling William’s deep green eyes, John moaned and gripped the base of his dick. He couldn’t believe how close he was to coming again. John had no clue how he was going to touch his lover, to do what needed to be done, and not spill his seed.
William easily seemed to pick up on his predicament. Grinning widely, he popped the cap off the lube and poured some onto his fingers. He used his thumb to close it and tossed it aside before reaching behind himself.
Resting his weight on his left forearm, William sank his middle finger into his ass. He eased it out, then pushed it in again. On the next pull out and push in, William added a second finger.
John’s breath caught in his throat. Climbing onto the bed, he gripped the base of his dick in a tight hold. He groaned as he stared at where William prepared himself for his taking.
“W-William, I—” John squeezed his dick tighter. He couldn’t believe how ramped up he was.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
But then William pulled his fingers free and levered onto his knees.
“Come here, handsome,” William encouraged, his voice gruff. “Come here so I can grease up your pole, then I want to feel you deep.”
Even as John knee-walked forward, drawing closer to William, something flitted in the back of his mind. Then his lover’s lube-slicked fingers wrapped around his erection, and all thought fled. John gasped harshly as William’s lightly calloused fingers slid up and down his length, causing sparks of sensation to zing down his dick to his balls.
“Oh fuck!” John bucked into the hold, his aching cock desperate for friction. “William!”
“Line up, John,” William urged, releasing him. He shifted a little on the bed so John was between his spread legs, his ass on beautiful display before him. “I want you, John. Please give it to me.”
William begging for his cock sent fire coursing through John’s veins. A primal need to bury himself as deeply into his needy
lover took over, his instincts screaming at him to obey. Positioning his crown at William’s stretched hole, John thrust.
In one long glide, John sank his erection deep into William’s body. His lover’s chute muscles rippled along his length, offering the most delicious massage. Buried deep, John froze.
John gasped as he struggled to keep his balls from unloading while he assimilated the most amazing ecstasy of his life.
“Oh god,” John whined, shuddering hard. “I never wanna leave.”
John hadn’t meant to say that out loud, but William’s next words told him he didn’t seem to mind—not one little bit.
“You feel perfect.”
* * * *
William groaned roughly, reveling in the feel of being connected to his mate. At the same time, he did his best to relax his chute muscles. His channel felt stretched to capacity, even though William knew John wasn’t what most would call oversized.
To me, though, he’s perfect.
When John started moving, his flared crown sliding along William’s inner muscles, goose bumps broke out on his thighs. His spine tingled, and his balls ached. William knew he wasn’t long in coming.
Hell, lunch had been the most erotic form of foreplay, and all they’d been doing was eating.
William felt John’s fingernails digging into his sides. He heard his mate’s soft grunts—his noises betraying his excitement. The pricks at his sides coupled with the lightly burning stretch to his chute caused William’s ecstasy to skyrocket.
With his cock leaking like a sieve, William knew he was seconds away from coming. His tingling spine and tightening testicles caused a shudder to roll through him. Clenching around John’s erection each time his mate pulled out, William urged his lover to come with him.
“Will!” John cried as he sank deep.
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